Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.